2/5 Friendships ➝ Science Bros
I have a deep respect for expressive comic art, I love it
This is a deep respect for Stefano Caselli, ladies and gentlemen.
Avengers Assembled is not only gorgeous to look at but fantastically well written fun too. You should read it :D
Marvel // Steve Rogers, Tony Stark
Just something really quick for the season. Whatever everyone’s plans, I hope everyone has a safe and wonderful holiday!
But to be fair, Pepper is in LA, JARVIS refuses to respond after the eggnog incident and drunk is really the only way to listen to Christmas carols.
Second post for SteveTonyFest!
Inspired by this image.
Seriously, in my eyes, Iron Man and Tony sometimes look like a little bird…orz
“Tony Stark is a pain in the ass. […] He’s careless with people, and things, and money, and himself. He will make you crazy. […] But he’s also generous to a fault […] and he refuses to admit defeat. […] If I’m facing impossible odds. […] then I’m calling Tony. […] Because he is the most reliable, brilliant, loyal, crazy son-of-a-bitch you will ever meet. Because he’s worth every struggle, every annoyance, and that’s the damn truth.”
Full quote under the cut.
This is BEAUTIFUL! I wrote this scene three times by hand, the notebook I used to compose it was a MESS, so I’m glad that someone feels I got it right. 8)
omg. OMG. OH MY GOD. *SCREAMS*
HOW WONDERFUL WOULD THIS BE IF JARVIS ACTUALLY BECOMES HUMAN AND PAUL GETS TO PLAY HIMSELF. BAWWWWWW
This is definitely a thing.
And it’s on my dash again.
I’m, uh, off to write this fic now…
He’d slept in.
Tony Stark never slept in - which was not to say he didn’t sometimes stay in bed until well past noon on days when he’d been working until sunrise, but that was simply not the same. It only counted as actual sleeping in if he’d planned to be up at a particular time and had missed it, which he never did, because JARVIS wouldn’t let him. Tony’s home AI knew his schedule, often better than Tony himself did, and had been programmed with a variety of ways to get him out of bed. Today he should have woken Tony at seven sharp, but the sun streaming in the windows was at an angle that said it was well past ten.
A normal person who overslept might assume they’d forgotten to set their alarm, or had perhaps slept through it. Tony Stark’s first assumption was that something was wrong with his computer.
“JARVIS?” he asked, running a hand through his hair as he sat up. “You didn’t wake me up.”
Tony was expecting a response. Some explanation of the error, or at least a piece of sarcasm… something along the lines of terribly sorry, Sir, but Miss Potts asked for a bit of peace and quiet and I just assumed that excluded you. But there was nothing, not so much as a beep. That was definitely not right. Tony kicked the covers aside and turned to look at the control panel on the wall.
It was blank.
If the missed wake-up-call was odd and the lack of response worrying, the inactive panel was downright distressing. Tony got up and went to take a closer look. The power hadn’t failed. There was simply no display. Tony tried several times to activate it and got nothing. It was as if AI had shut down, but why would…
Dr. Strange. Dr. Strange must’ve done something.
It was process of elimination: for most of the previous day, the only people in the house had been Tony, Pepper, and their guest, Dr. Steven Strange. Tony certainly hadn’t done anything to JARVIS and Pepper knew better than to mess with him, so Strange was the only other possibility - and it was a possibility Tony didn’t like much, because it meant magic.
The entire idea of magic made Tony uncomfortable. He’d been hospitable because Strange was working with SHIELD - he’d even given the man access to his personal library before going to bed, telling him, “JARVIS will help you find anything you need.” But while Tony could accept that magic was a real and useful thing, he didn’t want anyone using it to mess with his technological creations. Science was, by nature, ordered and intelligible. Magic seemed chaotic and incomprehensible, and two such polar opposites should never, ever mix.
He’d better find Strange.
Out of force of habit, Tony almost asked JARVIS to call the man for him, but he stopped himself in time. Instead he pulled a shirt on over the tee he’d worn to bed - there were still grease stains from last night’s project on it - slipped some shoes on, and went to find the magician himself.
It was a disappointing quest. There was nobody in the house. Pepper had left early to do Pepper Things, and Strange must’ve cleared out at some point, which would have been a relief if he hadn’t apparently taken Tony’s AI with him. Could his magic have somehow done exactly that? But why would he?
Tony scratched the back of his neck and sighed. It would have been nice, he thought, if Strange could have left a note or something: took your computer to explore higher plane of existance - will be back by supper. As it was… he decided he needed to find Pepper. Pepper kept track of what the world did while Tony was working or sleeping. If anybody knew where Strange was and what he’d done with JARVIS, Pepper would. And unlike Strange and JARVIS, Tony had a pretty good idea where Pepper was.
Without bothering to get properly dressed, he headed down to the garage and got in the Land Rover. Because he knew every inch of the property, Tony didn’t pay too much attention as he backed it out onto the drive: he was more interested in figuring out where in the vehicle he’d left his sunglasses. He eventually found them and put them on, then looked up only just in time to slam on the breaks and avoid hitting the naked man staggering down the driveway.
Tony swore and climbed out of the vehicle. “Hey!” he shouted. “Who are you?” Strange gone, JARVIS deactivated, and now a mystery trespasser… a mystery trespasser who was not only ass-naked, but looked like he’d been thrown down a hill: bruised, scraped, and filthy. “Come back here!” Tony shouted at the man’s retreating buttocks.
Tony had been out of bed all of half an hour, and it had already been a weird day by most standards. Now the trespasser stopped, looked back over his shoulder, and spoke in a familiar voice, heavy with irony: “good morning, Sir.”
Suddenly, it was a weird day even by Tony Stark standards.
DOCTOR STARK WAS SO ANNOYED HE WENT AND GOT FOUR MORE
oh hey look more babydragon sketchthings in the mysterious wizardknight au that i’ll tell you guys about one day
:D their names are pyro and cali and rose, tony is showing them a storybook! pyro is perpetually sleepy and rose thinks the hero is not admirable enough.
weeps my life is spiraling out of control
Tony Stark and dragons. This Avengers Fantasy AU is the gift that keeps on giving :D